THE PRIEST FUCKS THE WEREWOLF
By
Lilith Kinke
SMASHWORDS EDITION
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The Priest Fucks the Werewolf
Copyright © 2012 by Lilith Kinke
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She was still completely unconscious. He felt the sweat collect under his neck as he stared at her naked body. He loosened his crisp collar, fingering the sign of his profession. He had taken all the necessary precautions, including chaining her in silver, wrapped heavily around her neck and limbs. It reddened her skin wherever it touched.
She stirred a little and the chains shifted showing more of her lithe toned body, making him feel a little more nervous. Something about binding up a naked sexy woman made him sexually uncomfortable and he had to constantly mutter prayers to try to strike the image of her from sticking in his head. He had faith that he was doing the right thing, and his own lust and wanton thoughts would not prevent him from his duties.
He bent in front of her and began to pray for her soul. He stumbled back as he watched her eyes snap open in an instant, lunging forward to get him, but smiled when she hit the end of the chains, hissing and growling in pain. She was bewildered and confused, trying to shift, anxious to find a form in which she would feel safe. He watched her from a safe distance as her features flickered, appearing as a wolf for a second before frustratingly snapping back to human form.
This was the beast. This was the enemy. He was more resolved than ever, watching her form morph grotesquely. She gave up, panting, as all of her efforts failed, the silver wrapped around keeping her weak. The chains drew taut against her neck and she struggled against them. Her chest heaved up and down as she stared at him, and he had to turn away as he began to think unclean thoughts.
She pressed her breasts against the bars, staring balefully out at the priest. He half-turned to glance at her, feeling heat rise between his legs as he eyed her firm curves. As if hypnotized, he moved closer and closer to her, wanting to feel her body. He reached slowly between the bars to caress her skin.
She moaned as he stroked her breasts, arching her back and drawing the chains tight again. Her skin felt hot and he felt almost dizzy with desire. His cock had stiffened and drew the fabric across his pants tight. She nibbled at his neck, pressed against the bars, and he groaned, rolling his eyes back at the pleasure rushing down his body.
Their lips met in a rush of passion, and he felt her tongue wrapped around his. The heat rose and his fingers roamed up and down her entire body, reaching down to her wet sex. She moaned and broke away from him to lean her body more into his fingers as he rubbed her up and down. His fingers slid inside her, slowly in one drawn out movement.
She growled in pleasure, deep in her throat, and he suddenly jolted out of his fervor, reminded of her nature by the feral sound. He jumped back, body flushed and confused. As what he was so close to doing dawned on him, he became angry that he had been taken in by this slut. He had faced temptation and failed. She watched him coldly as he left, wreathed in shame.
He scrubbed himself frantically, naked and cold, hoping the holy water could erase the spicy scent of her skin from his body. He prayed, mouthing the familiar words over and over again, but the images and feel of her was burned into his mind. He was furious at himself, and yet he could not let go of his lust. He scrubbed harder, his skin bright red and painful, and his cock was still painfully swollen.
Unbidden, he found himself stroking it and thinking of her body. He caressed the sensitive head as he thought about securing her down and having his way. He moaned as his cock throbbed against his hand, sending dirty pleasure shooting through his body. He wanted it. He wanted her, and he couldn’t stop himself.
He threw down the cloth in frustration, unable to stop thinking about her lips against his and the sensuous arch of her back. He dropped to his knees, praying desperately for greater strength, even as he kept rubbing himself, unable to resist the pleasure. He felt as tightly wound as a spring, and it was hard to ignore his hard cock as he continued to go through the motions.